Happy Halloween everyone!

I hope everyone is having a wonderful Halloween! And if you don’t participate in the Halloween festivities(there is absolutely no shame in that); then I hope you’ve been having a wonderful day you lovely human being!

Now I, nor the rest of my family, are avid participators in the holiday that is so vivaciously celebrated in the United States. Which is all Hallows Eve, or Halloween. The day for dressing up, and obtaining a massive amount of cavities in an obscenely short amount of time. I’m not really into the horrific, bloody, gory, vibe. I don’t like being jumped or scared, or the dim colours that the holiday seems to wrap itself in. And the weeks leading up to Halloween has everyone anticipating the fun and the scares.

Of course, that doesn’t mean that I don’t try to at least dress up. Trust me I do, and my parents have both have their fair share of suffering because of my exponentially irritating antics. So this year, the night before Halloween, I simply rummaged through my dresser drawers and pulled out a casual Indian skirt and top, then going into my mother’s old clothing from India and pulling out a large(quite massive considering that it covered me like a blanket)purple scarf.

And BAM

The next morning, with some bangles jingling against my wrists as I walked along with my shoulders hunched together in the freezing cold of the morning. I was a gypsy.

A very cold.

Very sleepy.

Gypsy.

As the day progressed, I started loving the swish of the skirt, and the way the shawl billowed around my shoulders like a half-cape. And the feedback I had gotten from others about my outfit didn’t hurt either.

“Oh my gosh that is so flattering on you! Love the look girl!”

“That skirt is hella cute, where did you get it?”

“Rocking the eighteenth-century vibe! Slayin’!”

Through the course of the day, I had made encounters with princesses, superheros and villains, couple costumes, inflatable bananas and dinosaurs, an army of guys in Pikachu onesies, a few girls dressed up like boys(don’t ask)and a bunch of guys dressing up in the latest trends that girls follow(again, don’t ask, high school is weird).

My math teacher was dressed as a minion, my study hall teacher was dressed as a male character from a famous movie, since he was matching with his wife, which was extremely sweet, and when he mentioned it in class, nearly all the girls cooed, (and all the guys looked at each other, like they were being one-upped. )

My brother, despite all of my jealous side glances and ogling, was dressed as Harry Potter, and my sister was adorable as she bounced about in her bee costume. Needless to say, we all got out fair share of candy tonight, and laughed ourselves silly as each of us tried on the round glasses that came with my brother’s costume. He even said that I could keep the costume and the accessories to wear next Halloween. I was ecstatic of course, and thanked him. (Though I had the slight suspicion that he had quickly lost interest in dressing up as a book character that only I had found a love with.)

My siblings are currently fast asleep, quickly from a sugar crash and exhaustion from the pace of the day. My own eyes are drooping as I write this at a hair’s breath shy of ten o’clock.